Dreams
"Dreamer's don't have
Common sense,"
Is what my mother
Said to me.
"So it doesn't make any sesnse
That you should have a dream."
But dreams are
What you live by,
Keeping you alive
Day by day,
And if you don't
Have a dream
You will never
Find a way.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dreams | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| End My Pain | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Touched by an Angel | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| To Whom it Concerns | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Why the Game? | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| once | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| San Francisco | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| You or Me? | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Betrayal | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Unless | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Lady Anne | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| The Girl *some changes from original version | -3 | 05/20/2009 |
| My Child | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
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